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Posy, Blue and Growing Crops

I took a posy to Sue-next-door this morning as today is the anniversary of her dear Bill passing. You can read more about the remarkable Bill Mitchell here.

Here is what Sue posted a couple of days ago,   “On Tuesday it will be nine years since we lost our darling Bill. On his last day, surrounded by love, Mydd was holding his hand and offered to give him a manicure. He asked Bill what colour polish he would like. Bill said ‘Blue, the colour of the underworld’. So now we wear blue nail polish in memory of Bill. (Dear Bob, Bill’s brother, proudly paints a thumbnail, so that when people ask him about it he can tell them about the brother he misses so much).  Please join me on Tuesday by painting one nail or all in blue and post a photo here”.
Hence the blue painted nail in honour of Bill as I take the posy next door.

It is such a pleasure to go into the propagating tunnel at Roots on a Tuesday and to see all the baby plants coming on so well.

Various tomatoes

Cucumbers

Runner Beans

 

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Minerals, Primroses and Memories

Before we went upstairs to see the Cornish Myths and Legends exhibition last Monday, we went into the recently updated minerals gallery and it was breath-taking. Here are just  two of the lovely pieces that caught my eye.

I love Primroses – I think I may have mentioned that before.

I took a phone call today from the daughter of a lovely old friend, Edna, and heard that she had died on Tuesday.  We first met many years ago when my lovely Mr S was a student teacher and her husband, John, was his history lecturer. Edna and I became friends as we canvassed for the Labour party together and I baby-sat for their two children. Edna was always kind and funny, interested in life and happy to share ideas.
Their parties were great fun and the food always delicious. Her recipe for an amazing Chocolate Malakoff became a family favourite for special occasions. I must make it again soon and share the recipe with you, dear Reader.
We lost touch for some years and then Edna read one of my letters in The Guardian and tracked me down. We have stayed close ever since, sharing political ideas and favourite commentators, Heather Cox Richardson writing about American politics in particular. Edna loved my blog and often commented which was really lovely. She was much loved and will be much missed.

 
 

Shop Window, Clay and Tulips

I may have been at this workshop if I hadnt already made plans to be creative this afternoon.

Yesterday I helped make some little clay creatures for a new project being created by my lovely neighbour and today I coloured the ones that were dry enough,  ready for tomorrow.

All our lovely white tulips are now blooming.

 

Spring – A Poem and A Song

Today is the 15th birthday of LiveWire no 3 and the poem for today in A Poet for Every Day of the Year is the delightful
“Spring Has Come back Again” by Rainer Maria Rilke. I hope T likes it. 

Translated from the German by Jessie Lamont.

At our rehearsal  with The Suitcase Singers this morning, we  sang one of my favourite songs, Call in the Spring by Rosie Sleightholme and here is a video made by S, a friend who sings in the sopranos across the room from me. Do click on the link.

https://www.facebook.com/reel/2310567282763545

 

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Primroses, Tamar Narcissi and Landays

Our border of primroses is coming on.

The daffodils we bought last Saturday in town are lovely. I usually prefer single blossoms but these doubles are really beautiful. I think we were told that they are Tamar Fire but these seem more delicately coloured than the ones I find online.

This afternoon I listened to a wonderful programme, ArtWorks on BBC radio 4: Lyse Doucet, the BBC’s Chief International Correspondent and regular visitor to Afghanistan, was talking to female Afghan poets about the landay: a 22 syllable Pashtun verse form they create, perform and share to speak of love, sex, war and hardship. There are 9 syllables on the first of the two line poem and 13 on the second. The poems were very moving and the programme is well worth finding on BBC Sounds.

 

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St Piran’s Day Celebrations in Redruth

It’s been a fun packed day in sunshine today, the parade, markets, daffodils, live music, flowers everywhere and so many happy, smiley people. Enjoy the gallery.

For those who wonder about the lamb:

Redruth Town Council uses The Lamb and Flag as its emblem building on a heritage of use in the town for hundreds of years though its origin remains widely debated. Historians believe the symbol first appeared in the wool trade during the Middle Ages. By the 19th century, people associated a lamb with purity due to its Christian connotations and used it in the mining trade to indicate the purity of the metal they were producing – the smelters stamped each ingot with the sign of the lamb and the St Piran flag was added to indicate its Cornish origin. Both copper and tin were very important in Cornwall, with various mines in the Redruth, Pool and Camborne area being the largest in the world for each of these minerals.

 

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Sunshine, Armandii and A Poem

Today we woke to rain but in no time the sun had come out and it was warm so we were able to get into the garden.

Steps up tp the garden lined with Tête à Tête

The Armandii, planted last year, is flowering well..

I love the programme The Verb on BBC radio 4 on Sunday afternoons.  Today Ian McMillan was talking to Katie Clarke, Director of Literature at The Reader organisation, about reading poetry with people who have dementia  and the magic that can happen just as it does when my choir sings in care homes. One of the poems she described as touching a patient was a poem I had never heard before. I hope you enjoy it as I did.

Happiness
by Raymond Carver,

So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

https://allpoetry.com/poem/8520185-Happiness-by-Raymond-Carver

Do go to BBC Sounds and listen to the programme. It was really moving.

 

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Buttercup, Tête à Tête and A Poem

Despite even more rain, there was a brave buttercup in the garden and the tête à tête in the front garden have suddenly brightened up.

Many years ago when her children were still little, mine rather more grown, my kid sister sent me the poem about not spending time dusting when life offers so many more opportunities especially when one’s children are young. I’ve always loved it but had forgotten about it until a dear friend at Roots reminded me of it.  Thank you P.

Dust if You Must by Rose Milligan written in 1998.

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

I wondered if I had posted the poem before in the almost 15 years I have been writing this blog and so put the word ‘dust’ into my search bar.  It was such a delight to read back over so many posts that I had forgotten.

 

Scarlet, Yellow and Rain

The flowers on the first stem of the Amaryllis have finished and the second stem is so top heavy we’ve had to put it on the floor to lean against the arm of the chair! It is still remarkably lovely six weeks after planting. I’m hoping there’s at least another week of loveliness in it.

The Tête à Tête miniature daffodils are appearing all over the garden. I love the ones in the monkey planter.

Photo from 2018

I’ve been browsing again  through an old paperback about life in Cornwall 100 years ago and was amused by the description of the wet weather in Cornwall – plus ça change!

From “Exploring Cornwall 100 Years Ago” Selected and Edited by Stuart D. Ludlum

 

 

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Bracelet, Buttons and A Word

When I was eight or nine, my Granny went to Austria and brought me a lovely wooden bracelt with paintings of  flowers. It no longer had the elastic threaded through but I do still have the pretty wooden beads.

In the bag with the beads were a collection of buttons  some of which also came from my granny.

The sun shone this morning! The beautiful book I was given last week had 99 words for rain and one for sun.Here it is.

Sending love to all my Dear Readers on this Valentine’s Day.

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2026 in art, Austria, Beauty, flowers, painting, Postaday 2026